I stayed in my bed!

On Jack's good days at daycare, he announces to us when we pick him up, "I stayed in my bed!"

He has trouble with that, you see. It's not naptime itself — he's conditioned to lay his sweet little head down and catch a few winks after lunchtime. It's an almost guaranteed daily event. The kid will sleep.

No, it's the waking up. More specifically, it's what he does after he wakes up. He's supposed to read books upon awakening, so as not to wake his co-conspirators friends. On a good day, this is what happens. He gets to put a sticker on his sticker sheet, too. And stickers are as good as gold to a 4-year-old.

Every other day, he wakes up his friends, runs around and generally causes mayhem.

I've been having trouble staying in bed, too, but it has less to do with wanting to get up and rip the place apart and more to do with ... well, I guess I don't know what, exactly.

Sometimes I try to fall asleep and fail, because Chris is even more cooked than me. And she snores, like, instantly when she falls asleep. Being frustrated while trying to sleep is the worst. So I get up and sleep on the couch, which sucks. It makes my back hurt.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and can't go back to sleep. So I go sleep on the couch.

Last night, somehow, I was in bed all night. It's been a few weeks. I can't even remember the last time. Moving to the couch has just kind of become part of the routine.

Hopefully this will all get better after the kid arrives. We'll be sleepless, but for different reasons. For now, though, I'm gonna go put a sticker on my sheet and hope for a repeat performance.